Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ A Darker Light ❯ On the Road Again! ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: I don't own anything written in here except the idea. No characters, nothing. Sorry. Except Arian, Schuldig's Hikari, and Kanni, Crawford's hikari. Yano what, you'll know my OCs when you see them. They're MINE.

Luce Scura
by Yami Bakura


Omi awoke slowly from some of the most erotic dreams of his life. He struggled awake and looked up into a worried blue eye. The other one was black, completely, a scar running through it from forehead to chin. He stared for a moment, wondering who it was, and then memory kicked him in the head.

“Bakura!” He tried to sit up, and immediately regretted it when the room spun crazily. “What the hell?” He didn't remember doing anything the night before that would have warranted a reaction that drastic.

“How are you feeling?” Ken - no, Yami - came in bearing a bowl of something hot.

“What's going on?” Omi asked, looking around. His clock read 7:28 PM.

Yami set the soup down on the bedside table. "You've been out of it for quite a while. Do you know what happened to you?" Omi looked at him like he was nuts.

"Yes… Last night, Kalen and I went to dinner and saw a movie, then we walked home… I… don't remember coming home, though…" He frowned. Yami's frown deepened.

"Omi… That was three nights ago. You have been asleep for FOUR days…" Omi's eyes widened. Bakura put a hand on his shoulder.

"You've GOT to tell us what happened!" He said, urgently, _trying_ for Yami and Marik's sake to keep the anger out of his voice. They'd threatened him earlier.
/You threaten him, or make him upset about it in anyway, I'm going to free you from the ring, RESEAL you into a rock, and DUMP it into the Mediterranean Sea! Do I make myself clear?/

He winced with the memory. "Please, Omi… …Yami thinks you're in danger. You've got to tell us about this guy you went out with."

Omi frowned at him a moment, then glanced up into Yami's earnest eyes. His gaze softened. "Alright." Both yami's breathed a sigh of relief. "His name's Kalen. He's nineteen years old, same as me, and he's into computer hacking. What more do you want to know?"

Bakura flickered, and disappeared, making Omi jump, which, in turn, made the room spin around again. Omi laid back down.

~Hey, kid… I'm in here now. Tell us the truth. What did the two of you do? You don't fall asleep while walking and STAY out for nearly five days without some kind of medical disorder… And if you had that disorder, you wouldn't be an assassin. Now WHAT is that kid doing to you?~ Bakura demanded.

//He didn't do anything to me! Leave me alone!// Omi tried to ignore the yami, but found he couldn't.

~I've locked myself onto you. Where you go, I go, whether you want me to or not. Look, I only did it because Ken asked me to. He's worried about you. He said it's not like you to be so secretive, or TIRED. Yami's worried about you too, the dodgy old geezer. I'm not worried about you… I know I can take care of you, if you can't take care of yourself. But listen, kid… You've GOT to tell us if something strange is going on.~

Omi sighed. //Nothing's going on. I promise.//

~Good.~ Bakura announced. ~So you won't mind that we're going to Egypt in a few hours, then.~

~*~

Kalen sat in the small apartment he'd confiscated. Omi was turning out to be a perfect 'battery' for his needs. A month of this would be so very easy to get from him, and afterwards, he'd be strong enough to start in on his plans. After six thousand years, thirty days was nothing; but still, the idea that his well laid plans were FINALLY coming to their end, made him a little giddy. Now if he could just keep those damnable spirits out of his business, everything would be perfect.

~*~

Marik was talking to Bakura. On the phone. To Crawford, it appeared as though Nagi was speaking to Omi, and it greatly disturbed him. Farfarello was speaking with Arian, which also disturbed him. Schuldig… Smiling… BLONDE.

As it was, the three more powerful members of Schwarz weren't exactly themselves, and Brad was about to go out of his mind because of it.

"You're kidding me, right? Why? I wasn't serious…" With half an ear, Crawford listened to their conversation. When Marik waved Arian over, it became even more important to him. Arian's voice clued him in.

"Egypt?! They're going to EGYPT?!" (AN that was my response, too…) "Are you going?"

Marik smirked. "What do you mean, am I going? Of COURSE I'm going! I can't let Bakura head home without me! Besides, he'd probably kill the pharaoh."

"Oh… That would be bad." Crawford felt a vain pop out on his forehead. Nagi was NOT going to Egypt! ESPECIALLY not without his permission! He hadn't even ASKED for it! And exactly how old WAS this Arian, anyway! He sounded like he was five most of the time. Having his team handicapped by these… ITEMS … was truly started to get on his nerves…

"When are you going?" Arian's piercing voice cut into his thoughts. "Oh. Okay!" Arian's voice was cheerful. "Bye!" The door slammed shut.

~*~

Yohji watched Omi and Ken get on the plane, and sighed. He only barely understood this Yami thing they were going through. He saw NAGI heading towards them, and tensed, looking for the rest of Schwarz. Not seeing them, he looked back at Nagi, and realized it was Marik. He sighed, and called to Omi…Bakura. "Marik!" He shouted, pointed. Bakura's face lit up.

"MARIK! You made it!" They hugged, and Yami turned and waved at Yohji as they boarded. Egypt. For a MONTH. The fangirls were going to DIE.

Five minutes after the plane took off, Crawford jogged up. He looked out of breath. Farfarello was running beside him, grinning.

"Did you see Nagi anywhere?" He gasped out.

Aya shook his head. "Not me. Yohji was the one who watched them leave." All eyes turned to Yohji.

"Uhh.. Yeah. He got on the plane with Omi and Ken. Why?"

Crawford glared. "They're on the plane? Which one?"

"It already left."

Crawford slumped into a seat. "Oii…"

Aya smirked. "Was he not supposed to go?"

"No." Aya's smirk widened, then Crawford stood up.

"Come on, Farfarello. Schuldig said there were three more. Let's go."

"Three more? Three more what?" Yohji didn't hear the answer, as he was already walking away.

"Well," he called over his shoulder. "I've got a date tonight. Try to behave, kids…"

~*~

Aya crouched by the wall, and stared at Crawford. Why he was doing this, he had no idea, but there he was. In the museum, with two members of Schwarz, about to steal three more of the most 'precious items' the museum contained. After the theft of the first four, the security had been increased, but for the three of them, it was no problem getting in. Actually it was so easy, it was laughable. Crawford grabbed two of them, and tossed the other one to Aya.

"There. Now we go. We can drop you off at the Koneko, if you wish, or you can come with us while we talk to Arian, and try to figure out what these do…"

Aya considered for a moment, then said, "I'm coming with you.


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Author's Ramblings: My authors note up there is because when I thought out this story, I had most of the storyline in my head. It never included a trip to Egypt.. BUT… that's where they went. Without me. This story is completely out of my hands now… >…<

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Yami Bakura